TOUCHING HER HAND

Touching her hand—felt cold,
And nothing changed her state
Of stillness; she stayed like she was told.
He kissed her, laid between her legs, his mate,
Membered how it felt at night
When all was quiet 'cept their breath,
And all was blind except the sight
Of her—lying there beneath
Him—thought he felt her heart beating,
But no; there was no beating here,
And alas, no longer any bleeding,
So he whispered in her ear:
"I'll take you back now," re-buried her below,
Perhaps he saw a light in there, but no.